* (-Hook-)  Guiding, a dream  It's where, we always meet  I'm guiding, a dream  It's where, we alway meet    (-Verse One-)  Got dreams of ending this bitch, My life is miserable  Make me end this shit, find my ass in critical  No, My nightmares come frequent like they rituals  But my words come swift, divine like the Pennicle  See, that's why I rock my shades, so when I cry  And my eyes are red, I can still hide my pain  Then I step on stage and, crowd is in a rage and  I make the first page and, my mission's complete  But when I step off of stage, it's back to reality  Problems still the same, and life's a fuckin' tragedy  Thoughts still the same and, I still dream of dying and  Taking some hard shit, to make me feel I'm flying and  Wish I was told I was carried as low  In this cold fuckin' world, I wanna fuckin' explode  Guess it's time for me to depart, know it sounds strange  But I served my purpose, and I made my mark  Cause...    (-Repeat Hook-)    (-Verse Two-)  As long as the streets know it's a classic  Fluck all y'all envious bastards  I'm thorough when I'm, reppin' my borough nigga  Know tell me who could fuck wit', y'all put y'all money it  I make examples out of bitches, y'all don't really want it  Since Ill Na Na, I've been going through drama  And I get on my knees  And I thank, God for my momma  Since a youngin I been knowin', I be forever flowin'  Back in the lab biatch, back in my zone  No, thou shall not fuck with F to the Izz O  Bullshit aside, I got y'all rappers by a lanslide  Pardon me, I'm not your average, I'm a savage  When it come to this game, I'm as ill as my name  So Gav and Ant brought me back, I was sick of this rap  Sick of the fame, sick of niggas hauling my name  No, I cant quit   I'm as real as they get  Yes, back on the scene  Still reps no press  Cause...    (-Repeat Hook-)    (-Verse 3-)  Death before dishonor   Born alone, die alone  My crew think I'm 7, bought a plane so I could fly alone  No security, got the nine through the stallion  Run through Louie, when I wanna get my style on  Body something, get the chair and I'll fry alone  The skylarking, six be moonwalking  No, who keeps a floss game like Fox and Pretty  In Kennedy with twenty Louie's like Akeim and Simmi  No, nobody grinning, don't take it as rude  I was a little too gangsta for the Moulin Rouge  Cause...    (-Repeat Hook Until End-)